The Sweeper Poem by Salvatore Ala
The Sweeper
After my father cut my hair
I swept up the clippings
Something about doing that
The peace of it
The closeness
The sweeping motion
Of my mind
Made me think I'd existed
Many times before
And so did I and I
Monday, July 15, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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